Qin Zhan used his head to wipe off the pig dung covering Tang Yun's eyes and mouth and said with deep tenderness, "I've let you suffer alongside me for so many years, and yet in our old age, you still endure such torment. I truly am powerless."
Tang Yun was already in tears, "Following you, I never felt it was hard."
"But it has been hard for Xiao Yu, never letting him have a single good day."
"In the end, he even became a pawn for others to use against him."
Qin Zhan's face was also filled with pain, "Xiao Yu has always been well-behaved, never seeking trouble from anyone, from childhood to adulthood. Why do they treat Xiao Yu this way?"
Their son was their heaven, and they couldn't bear to imagine how Qin Yu would react if he saw them being skinned and deboned—it would be too cruel.
By then, it was deep into the night.
The cold, fatigue, and the endless torment in their hearts nearly broke them.